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A normal day in a pub in London.
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| Why being so white, son? Drink more beer! | |
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| I was genetically modified to be like this by my rich parents who are mental.. | |
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| Well, I guess you must hate the White and Nerdy song, eh? : d | |
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| Well, at least I can magically teleport food to my armies, although teleporting armies to my food would be a lot cooler, don't ya think? | |
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And that day, God committed suicide.
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| Well, I guess we have a reborn Jesus here folks! | |
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| Oh well, I'm gonna eat my cookies, which are not biscuits or any other crackers hohoho! Amen. | |
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